A Way Back Into Love Zoro x Sanji fic
Zoro was seeing red. He was frothing at the mouth. He was completely and utterly MAD.
He never should of trusted Nami when she had told him of her “brilliant plan.
”Oh don't worry, give him some space to explore his options. Then we move in she, had patiently told him.
As if!
He turned to glare at the blond slut who was currently sitting in Sanji's lap and whispering in his ear. No one touched his cook, even if he wasn't his anymore.
Zoro was fully prepared to go over there and tell that tramp to leave with his patented Zoro death glare, usually reserved for pesky shichibukai, when he saw Sanji's face.
Sanji was laughing.
Something inside him dried and shriveled up.
Sanji was laughing at something that blond tramp had told him!
Concerned patrons were starting to inch away from the scary-looking man at the bar.
Zoro racked his brain for the last time Sanji had laughed at something that Zoro had told him.
Blank.
Nothing.
Empty Space.
Was that it? Did he really have no claim to Sanji's heart, even a tiny piece? He wasn't even entitled to that much after fighting, fucking, loving, crying over, dreaming about, and hating that bastard?
Now they felt sorry for the sad face he had on.
Zoro felt sick. He couldn't be here anymore. If they kissed in front of him he thought that the little thread of control he had over his sanity would break and he'd...he didn't know. He really didn't know. And the sickest, most fucked up thing about it wasn't the amount of control the love-cook had over him but that the idiot didn't know. He didn't realize, didn't care enough to stop and consider that Zoro really loved him.
The drink in Zoro's hand was close to shattering from his tight angry grip around the glass.
Now the people were confused.
It was the same as always.
They had been sleeping together for months. As usual whenever they reached land, they rented a motel room and made short work of any articles of clothing they had on.
Zoro had been thrusting unbearably slowly into Sanji as he twisted and writhed underneath him. He let his hands roam and explore Sanji's body learning every inch and curve of his lover.
Sanji glared at him, “Fucking Marimo MOVE!”
Zoro simply let his gaze wander from Sanji's stomach to his face as he kept the steady, slow rhythm mercilessly. Panting, head thrown back in ecstasy, Zoro watched his love-cook lose his carefully contained demeanor to one that thought of nothing but pleasure and release. Zoro kissed the back of Sanji's knee as Sanji scratched Zoro's back looking for purchase and something to hold on to as his mind went black and he saw stars. “Zoro...Zoro...Zoro...zoro...” Sanji whispered again and again like a prayer. Zoro claimed his mouth as if to prove that the red-faced shameless Sanji was Zoro's alone.
Zoro was infinitely grateful for this luxury of time; Letting them have the whole night to themselves. It was completely different than their sex on the ship;muffled, half-finished, quick. With a pang he wished that he didn't have to hide his feelings but Sanji would never allow the crew ( by which he means the ladies) to know and Zoro didn't think he should have to force Sanji to accept his own feelings.
They seemed to be lovers enough to Zoro. They were, after all, sleeping together on a small bed after sex.
Wrapped up in a sweaty tangle of legs and arms Sanji had murmured “G'night Zoro.”
Zoro had sleepily replied “ Yeah G'night Sanji, I love you.”
He felt Sanji's body stiffen in his arms as he realized what he had just said. What felt like an eternity of silence later, they finally went to sleep and awkwardly avoided each other the next day.
They never spoke of that night again.
Zoro needed to go and stop feeling sorry for himself. He needed to forget the fact that Sanji hadn't said it back. He definitely needed to get laid. Turning to leave, he heard his name called out by the one person he'd thought had forgotten him.